There were hours
Days
Weeks
I've been alone
No one to talk to
No one to touch
No one for anything
And in place of the noise that people make
Was music
Music was there to fill every void
And pang of loneliness I've ever felt
Like a lover who knew what to say and when to say it
and could empathize with everything
Music had a way of making me feel sane
When everything around me was falling apart
I would trust the lyrics as if it were my own heart
The melody as if were my mind
The rhythm as if it were my blood rushing
And swishing around my system
Music means everything to me
It's the nucleus to my psyche
It's a beautiful place to be in
When it's just music and me
The growth of dreams
Of ideas
Of headrushs
And heartbreak
It's the taste
The smells
The auditory that turns to a visualization
Of the kaleidoscope of confetti and prisms
That belong in fairy tales and places of ever after
I need the music
Any music
All music
I need it like I need air, water and shelter
It's a basic need to give me the incentive to create
To help me make a conscious decision to continue to live...
Music has always been there for me, when I'm alone.
When I can't show
Or say
What I feel
Music has a way of expressing everything...
I want the music in me
In me
I need the drums
The keys
The beats
The sing songy voice in me that screams
"Please let me out! "
Sometimes I have dreams of abandoning everything and everyone to pursue the melody of my wildest delusions.
I don't need you
or you
or even me
I just need music
Cause people can tangle your soul
But music sets the soul free
And freedom
Taste of freedom is all I need.
||| So I spent most of the night with my music producer friend, mostly talking about life and music, about worries and fantasies, and dreams. Sometimes, I forget how important music has been to me until I speak with people who are just as passionate if not more than me. ||||
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